The Dead Tree and Me, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The Dead Tree and Me

A salacious mind stymied by her smile.
Her relaxed pose says “Catch me if you dare.”
Her cunning eyes are enough to beguile.
Helpless, all I’m able to do is stare.

For both my feet are frozen in the sand.
Not able to make the desired advance.
I’m restrained by her odious command.
Wishing she’d release me to have a chance.

She appears eager from behind the tree
Its body bleached by the harsh torrid sun.
Is this her plan to have done unto me?
A game for her to have a day of fun.

She asked “Are you asking me for a date?”
So confused not knowing how to reply.
Not the right time for me to hesitate,
But I haven’t a feasible alibi.

Beady eyed vultures start to circle down.
She’s excited by the sight in the sky.
Stripped of all, wearing but a pensive frown.
Why is it for love of her must I die?

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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